Apartment 311

Ch | 59

Season Seven
Noah Silas Anderson

Chapter Fifty-nine: "Venus: the second planet from the sun"

It's been a long ass month. I didn't think I'd make it after all that happened: all the beatings from Zane, Sky getting engaged, cutting Natalie off, too, the shooting, and Em's seventh birthday. Shit was crazy.

Brooklyn rolled over and screamed at the sight of me in a Pennywise mask.

"Oh my God!" She screamed, rolling off the bed. I laughed hysterically and quickly revealed myself before she used those kickboxing skills on me.

"That's not funny," she gasped, her hand on her heart.

"A little bit," I calmed down, chucking the mask across my floor.

In true Brooklyn fashion, she flipped my camera off and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Lately, she's spent the night a lot, I'm not complaining. We grew even closer, we're practically best friends. The only thing I will complain about, though, is the lack of sex. She hasn't touched me in, like, three weeks.
Okay, it's my fault. I had a moment of weakness and fucked up. By that, I mean I hooked up with Paris one night after a shift. I wasn't drunk or high so I can't blame it on that, and even if I did, Brooklyn wouldn't care. She spazzed on both of us and now Paris keeps her distance. As sexy as I find Brooklyn when she's angry, I never want to make her that mad again. I mean, she was pissed! Mostly because I lied and she literally caught us redhanded. I learned my lesson though and if I could go back and not do it, I would in a heartbeat. The main reason I regret it is because I thought Paris would be good in bed. She always brags about "how good her pussy is" but it wasn't worth a dime. Honestly, it was a waste and I wish the fact that I can't get those five minutes back could've just been my punishment.

"That's why I hate Halloween," Brooklyn grumbled. "I hate the whole month." She finished washing her face and then brushed her teeth.
I rolled my eyes and mocked her as she ranted about why she hates "spooky season" but she's going to endure it for Cassie's birthday.

Minutes passed and I joined Brooklyn in my master bathroom.

"I wouldn't be mad if you left this here," I said, referring to her toothbrush.

She screwed the top on the mouthwash and laughed. "Yeah, okay, let me start moving in with you when
I live right down the hall. No."

"Oh my God, Brooklyn, when is this cold treatment gonna end?" I groaned, following her to the kitchen.

"There's no treatment, Noah, I just don't care to take things further with you right now," she claimed, looking for something to eat. "You seriously need to go shopping."

"It's on my to-do list," I said, sitting on a stool.

"I just think we're getting better," I commented to stay on-topic.

Brooklyn straightened her face. "You're just saying that so you can fuck again. Noah-"

"Have I told you how pretty you look today?" I asked with a wide grin. Brooklyn started to smile and got mad she gave in.

"I hate you," she sobbed, walking in between my legs.

"I know you don't," I chuckled, pulling her closer. We kissed and then my phone buzzed.

"Who is it?" asked Brooklyn, trying to see the dark screen. I picked it up from the counter and saw that it was Sky calling.

"Nobody," I told her and changed the subject. "What are you doing today?"